The alarm went off at 5 am, it was still dark outside, but I got up immediately and slipped downstairs to the kitchen. My morning ritual was automatic; first wash my hands, rinse, slip my Starbucks mug into the hot stream of water, load the Kuerig with a Starbucks Anniversary Blend pod, hit “go”, cream, honey and then the liquid of life…coffee!!
The drive was 30 minutes and then we boarded Captain Mike’s boat and shoved off in to Sabine Lake. We made a run toward the ocean and watched the sun come up.
Anchoring on the Texas side we cast in toward the North searching for Flounder. After quite a few unsuccessful casts we heard a loud, snarling buzz from the pole with live bait on. Out it came from the holder and it got handed to me. WHOA!!!! Hang on for dear life! We’d hooked a Red. Evidently a large one. It dove time and again, impossible to hold back, until my arm started to ache. Finally, I started gaining ground (or water) and he began to come in toward the boat. Pull, reel, drop, pull, reel, drop… Then a flash of red. He was HUGE! He saw the boat and dove. This time there was no holding him back…my line popped out of the water and flew past my head. WHAT!? He was gone! The giant red literally broke the hook in half! The three of us estimated his size at 36″ and 25 lbs. (This reminds me of a sign I saw that read: “Fish Stories and other lies told here!” My editor just texted me and I think we have decided to shave 10 lbs. off the fish. Let’s call him a well-rounded 15 lbs.) He was the biggest fish I had ever hooked!
Later, I was able to pull in a nice Red, but NOTHING like him.
We watched the porpoises race supertankers in and out of the harbor all day…it was a beautiful day even though one got away.
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